Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.